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I've seen gloomy days; all I see is black clouds Rhyming in my house, never seen a packed crowd I was a foster kid, grew up a black child A young Nat Cole, listening to black soul I felt froggy, from the start, like a tad pole With no direction, mastering my rap flows Started as a hobby, not concerning with cash flow I felt free like a Cuban fleeing Castro I found comfort in these lines and beats I wanna be mentioned with the rhyming elite To reach that spot, I have to grind for weeks Days, months, years and find time to sleep My mind is weak, polluted by the tunes I hear I won't complain, I'm in a foul mood this year I feel like I'm losing ground I'm a veteran dog, y'all need to stop abusing sound [Chorus: x2] I've seen black clouds, rain will fall I shout out to God, I await his call No answer, I'm fed up with hip-hop But I got a smile on my face, cause the game revolves You probably know me as the rapping priest Want me to get involved with this rapping beef But not I, I gravitate towards the light Letras de cancionesYou know what I'm saying, got my eyes focused on Christ I'm not saying that I'm perfect fam But I do follow the perfect plan, so listen up From birth to man, I searched the land On a quest for knowledge, I unearth the sand They say when it rains, it pours When my mom died, I had pain in store I dropped out of college like K. West did I was an honor roll student, dreaming big Notoriously known for my naive nature Native American tossing my life on paper I had to start from scratch, to be in the mix I'm back in school now, chasing the pack [Chorus x2] From Letras Mania